Chapter 660: Cutting in Line Again

Yintuoluo placed a hand on his forehead, pressed his fingers onto his temples, and kneaded them forcefully.

They put down their hand, their face full of a helpless expression.

"You... sigh, now that it has come to this, we can only send more people over."

"When the time comes..."

Before the words were finished, a great Brahma Sound suddenly rose outside the Great Hall.

The sound surged from all directions at once, like tide washing over a beach, like wind passing through a bamboo forest.

Within the Brahma Sound were bell tones, drum beats, chanting, the crisp clatter of a wooden fish, layered upon each other, interwoven, and the entire Amorobati trembled faintly in the sound!

The Gem Dome's ninety‑nine thousand nine hundred ninety‑nine gems pulsed with the Brahma Sound's rhythm, bright then dim, as if breathing.

Golden Light surged from the horizon.

Transparent, pure, unblemished gold!

It seeped from the void, dripped from the clouds, squeezed through every crack of the palace, covering the floor, soaking the walls, turning the entire Great Hall into a sea of gold!

The Golden Light grew stronger, grew denser, and began to coalesce.

First, a Dharma Image floated in mid‑air, immense, its head touching the dome, its feet on the ground, its face blurred, features indistinct, yet that outline made every deity present bow their heads!

The next moment.

The Dharma Image continued to coalesce, to contract, shrinking from colossal to moderate, sharpening from vague to clear, finally turning into a human silhouette seated on the Lotus Throne.

The Lotus Throne hovered in mid‑air, its petals pink‑white, each as large as a boat, layered upon layered, supporting the person above.

The figure wore a kasaya, a round face, a faint, barely perceptible smile at the corner of the mouth.

The ears were long, the earlobes hanging to the shoulders, with no adornments on them.

On the head were spiral buns, each perfectly aligned, shimmering with a faint blue sheen in the Golden Light.

The eyes were half‑open, the gaze emanating from the slits, gentle, calm, as if able to see through everything, yet as if seeing nothing at all.

After that.

They descended from the Lotus Throne.

The Lotus Throne slowly rotated after they left, its petals opening and closing.

They walked toward the doorway, steps neither fast nor slow, the kasaya's hem dragging on the ground without a sound.

The guard stationed at the doorway immediately knelt on one knee, palms pressed together:

"We have seen the Tathagata Buddha."

The Tathagata Buddha gave a slight nod, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepening.

"Hmm, no need for excessive courtesy."

They passed by the guard, stepped over the threshold, and entered the Great Hall.

The Gods' gazes brushed onto them all at once.

Someone stepped back, someone bowed their head, someone raised their clasped hands a bit higher.

The Tathagata Buddha's gaze swept over their faces, calmly, unhurriedly, without any sense of oppression, finally settling on Yintuoluo.

Yintuoluo had already risen from the throne, a smile gathering on his face:

"Tathagata Buddha, why do you have time to come here today?"

As the Deva King of Buddhism, he naturally knows the Tathagata Buddha.

He knows that the one before him is an incarnation of the great Buddha Shakyamuni, a being that transcends gods and demons, heaven and earth, existence and void.

Thus his smile carried a measure of reverence, his waist bent slightly, his posture considerably lower than usual.

The Tathagata Buddha likewise wore a smile and spoke slowly.

"Next, the humble monk wishes to ask Yu Lin to go to my place first, so I have come here specifically to inform you."

"May I?"

"...................."

Yintuoluo's smile stiffened for an instant.

A wave surged in his heart: what can be allowed or not? You have spoken it, can he still refuse?

His lips moved slightly, then closed again.

He took a deep breath, suppressed those surging thoughts, and rebuilt his smile.

"It can be done, it can be done. We are not in a hurry."

The Tathagata Buddha nodded, the smile spreading from his face to his eyes, from his eyes to his brows, the whole person exuding a gentle aura that one could not refuse.

"Then thank you, the humble monk will not trouble you further; I will visit the humble monk's place another day for a sit-down."

"I take my leave."

He turned and walked toward the Lotus Throne, the kasaya swaying lightly behind him.

He walked back to the Lotus Throne, sat upon it, and the Lotus Throne rose slowly, ascending into mid‑air.

The Golden Light began to contract, gathering from the floor to the walls, from the walls to the dome, from the dome to the area around the Lotus Throne.

The Brahma Sound also gradually faded, from resonant to soft, from soft to faint, from faint to nothing.

Finally, the Lotus Throne vanished into the void, and the Golden Light disappeared along with it.

The Great Hall returned to its original color.

The White Jade Pillar returned to white, the Gem Dome regained its colors, the Golden Light on the floor receded completely, leaving not even a speck of golden dust.

The Gods still stood in place; some still stared toward the direction where the Tathagata Buddha vanished, some had already withdrawn their gaze, some lowered their heads, unsure of what they were thinking.

Yintuoluo stood at the edge of the steps, maintaining the previous posture, motionless.

His smile remained on his face, but it had become rigid, like a pasted‑on mask.

The atmosphere remained silent for a long time.

Wattli stuck half his body out from behind the crowd, watching Yintuoluo's expression cautiously.

His lips moved a few times, his voice pressed down low:

"God King, then shall I… continue?"

Yintuoluo withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at Wattli.

His eyes were cold, like winter wind pouring in through a crack in the door.

Wattli's neck twitched, and his whole figure shrank by half a head.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? Do you intend to argue doctrine with the Tathagata Buddha?"

Wattli shook his head repeatedly, his neck shrinking even more:

"No, no, no, you're right, you're right."

Yintuoluo let out a cold snort and turned to sit back on the throne.

He leaned against the back of the chair, his fingers resting on the armrest, tapping repeatedly. After five taps, he stopped.

"Everyone, step back."

The Gods streamed out like fish in a school, their footsteps fading away.